#among puss

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International Transgender Day of Visibility. What a mouthful. Taking prompts for trans oral ficlets.

Accepting: Homestuck Prime, Dishonored, Furi, Hollow Knight, possibly AmongUs.

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cyan seemin kinda voreish too??? is her minimate fake r smth

Cyan is a perfectly natural person. All of her manifests have checked out, and she even has prior experience on previous deployments.

Granted... She was the only survivor, twice now. A statistical outlier, but negligible in comparison to Crewmate Gray, a veteran with over twenty survivals under her oxygen tank.

Perhaps that has had an effect on her mind. Perhaps there is an element of sympathy with the inherent, dogged determination of survival that all Imposters exhibit.

Could be paranoia that keeps her helmet on in all common areas. Could be fear that keeps her tone permanently chipper. Could be hunger that—

Oh, did you hear? A meaty half of Crewmate Gold has been found in electrical. It's a good thing she was passing by just as the Imposter fled. A late report is as good as no report at all, after all...

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anonymous asked: Hrrm Impostor eating a tiny crewmate in order to better camouflage themselves by stealing their appearance

For the last eleven minutes, Crewmate Pink has watched an Imposter consume his mini-mate.

He didn't notice it, at first, never having owned a pet of his own. There was no pre-programmed alarm in his mind, alerting him to scraping sounds between pneumatic door hisses or pipeworks humming behind the wall. Despite all the "Who's eating plastic?!" memes that Cyan insistently posts in the meeting minutes, he only came to his senses after the slurping started.

Above his head, the quasi-clock ticks away, indifferently measuring each agonizing second of the Good Health Lab-Grown Synthetic's wet demise. The reality should terrify him, yet...

He could never bond with those— creations. Nothing more than biorhythm monitors, grown from DNA scrapings, even if his fellow crewmates treated them like puppies or toddlers. He recalls a conversation with Gray—notorious veteran in their unsustainable "career"—as he watches the serpentine Imposter's body unravel, mouth impossibly growing to fit more midnight meal into itself, into a body that's more throat than anything. She had said something about the synthetics being a step below cloning, he thinks, a fact that disturbed them both.

Maybe that's why he's trapped here, unable to move towards the infiltration alarm. One hand stuffed itself into his pants mere moments after his sleep-addled mind came to grips, impairing any alternative movement. He's a victim of circumstance, a victim of sudden wide-eyed dry-mouthed arousal, a victim of—

not having leverage to do anything besides work his clit in slow circles.

Pink is utterly transfixed, enough to watch the Imposter finish its meal and flop over on one side, looking to all the world like an overweight dog after a heaving tablescrap meal. ...Minus the extra teeth, and artificial blood staining the mini-mate's re-occupied sleep tank. Attention unwavering, his fingers eagerly pushing him through multiple orgasms after he's almost certain the intruder is properly unconscious.

His death is immutable. But fuck if it didn't feel amazing the whole time.

Cyan squeals—ten years junior, ten times peppier—when he turns to reply to her good-morning trill. Pink surreptitiously angles one hand towards the external volume input dial, just in case there are further outbursts.

Thankfully, she seems far more interested in the mini-mate securely cradled in the crook of his arm—coziness mirroring the light blue one she's tucked into a sling across her chest. He doesn't mention how it obscures her vital panel, given he's just as guilty.

"Awwww, see? I told you!!! These little guys totally grow on you. It's like having a bitsy little snack everywhere you goooo…" She tickles at the synth's belly with one finger, crooning when it begins to vibrate in a vague similarity to purring. The rumble runs through his bones, and pools into his gut like too-hot honey. "Sooo cute. You just wanna chew on their little peets, right?!"

Hidden from her view, his tongue slips over nervously chapped lips. When Cyan reaches out again, he takes a half-step back.

Something tells him to move along, to avoid eye contact, to make sure he isn't here when Gray arrives to delegate immediate work. Instinctively holding the faux-mate just slightly closer to his body, Pink shrugs at his own turnabout, "Yeh— Yeah. He's a real treat."

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do you have a list of other fandoms that you like/write for?

Homestuck Prime. D•sney, with a few exceptions. Legend of Zelda. Dishonored. Among Us. Hollow Knight. Overwatch. Furi.

There might be more but the list is building as I arrange tags.